Start As Hunter From Hunter World

Start As Hunter From Hunter World Chapter 1255

Alan has no doubts about the identity of the elf who claims to be an emissary from Quel'Thalas.

Because this magical equipment and the exquisite carvings and embroidery on it are like works of art, it is enough to prove that she is a 100% high elf, and no one can pretend to be.

After all, the shape can be changed through magic, but habits and artistic appreciation are definitely not something that can be cultivated casually.

And even in the wild, this female elf who does not know whether it is hundreds or thousands of years old, still did not forget to apply makeup on her face...

Yes!

Makeup!

Women's pursuit of beauty is really beyond men's understanding.

Alan can't imagine how a person who travels in jungle all day, how can he keep his body free of odor, and at the same time keep his face and neck clean, so he can apply fat and powder on it.

Perhaps this is also the application of magic in life?

It is important to know that the research of high elves in the field of magic is not limited to all kinds of formidable power amazing fire, ice, Arcane energy shock, and all kinds of strange things. body.

They use magic like electricity and energy in modern society, and use magic if they can use magic in construction and daily necessities.

If the entire Azeroth world, there are those races whose technological level has developed to a level close to that of modern humans, it must be none other than the high elves.

Further down the row, it's the turn of gnomes who are good at mechanics and engineering.

Alan really wanted to see what the real Silver Moon City was like.

According to the chronicles of Azeroth, the capital of the Spirit King kingdom was a hundred times more spectacular than the enchanted kingdom of Dalaran before it was destroyed by the Scourge.

Thinking of this, he immediately responded with nodded: "No problem! I can introduce you to the emperor of the Empire of Arathor - Thoradin Your Majesty. In fact, if nothing else, he should now I'm already on my way here."

"What? Your human emperor is coming?" The female elf showed an extremely surprised expression.

"Of course! This is the first real confrontation between humans and the Amani troll. As the leader of the entire country, he must win an undisputed brilliant victory, in order to Peace of mind. Do you think that the country that we humans have just established is the same as your high spirit Spirit King country, and can get the approval and support of every citizen? Stop kidding! I can guarantee that among the nobles who have been converted from tribes, there are some Many secretly want to be able to go back to the old tribal era. So if you're here for help, I'm sorry, but I can only tell you that it's not the time."

Alan made no disguise, blunt said. Out of the actual situation of the Arathor Empire.

According to his memory, in the original history of Azeraras, the first time the High Spirit Spirit King sent an envoy to ask for help from humans, but Thoradin ruthless rejected it.

It wasn't until more than ten years later, when these arrogant guys bowed their heads and agreed to teach human magic, the two sides finally concluded a pact to declare war on the trolls together.

The current Arathor Empire needs most of all to end all wars and start recuperating.

"You mean... the emperor of humans won't agree to deal with the Amani trolls with us?" The female elf's face suddenly turned ugly.

Because she thinks the enemy of her enemy is her friend.

Since humans have had an irreconcilable conflict with trolls, it should be as it should be by rights to form an alliance with Silver Moon City.

But whoever thought of it, got a completely different answer from the other party's mouth.

"Yes! We need time to recuperate, and even more time to solve internal problems. After the trolls outside the city are completely wiped out, we will cast a solid city wall in the west and north. , to resist a major invasion that the trolls may launch. Humans will not initiate war until they are ready." Alan blunt gave the answer.

He knew that the high elves desperately needed an outside force to distract the Amani trolls, so he hit the humans.

As long as the Emperor Thoradin agrees to form an alliance, the trolls will have to mobilize part of their forces and go south to deal with the newly rising human race.

As a result, Quel'Thalas, who was under siege by trolls, could get a breather.

In simple terms, it is to let humans act as cannon fodders that consume huge demon weapon power.

Don't look at the history of devil beast world, the covenant between humans and elves is described as so sacred and intimate.

But in fact, Silver Moon City has sent messengers twice, that is, the air-to-air confrontation between the Great Emperor of Thoradin and the Sun King, Anastarian.

In the end, the former triumphed, laying the groundwork for humanity to become the undisputed overlord of the eastern continent.

"I don't believe it! I want to see your emperor!" The female elf showed her stubborn side.

Alan's indifferent shrugged shoulder: "As you please. If you want to see Thoradin Your Majesty, stay here for a few days. During this time, it is best not to walk around, let alone Use the magic equipment on your body to run around, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety. Besides, you shouldn't be alone, right?"

Speaking of this, Alan paused deliberately, and turned his eyes to the connection above the basement The door to the study and hallway.

The reason he didn't notice the two interlopers just now was mainly because his energy was concentrated on experiments.

Now feel a little bit, and immediately find the male elf knight-errant squatting at the door.

After all, no matter how high the stealth and shadow hiding level are, the life energy released from the unconscious cannot be concealed.

"Yes, I still have a companion."

Seeing that the partner was exposed, the female elf immediately chose to admit it obediently and honestly.

Although I still don't know Alan's strength until now, but as an elite in the knight-errant unit, she can sense that in the previous moment, a radiance emanated from the opponent's body. Invisible and weak energy.

even more how Humans are inherently more powerful in spirit and perception than other races.

"Very good! I like honest people. If you don't mind, you can stay with me first."

After saying this, Alan didn't care whether the other party agreed Disagreeing, he released a ball of life energy with his backhand, directly smashing the flesh and bones of the pool of trolls behind him into dust that the naked eye could not see, and then rang the bell to call for the servant.

In less than two 3 minutes, Lyle, the head of the territory, pushed open the door and walked in, respectfully giving a salute: "Lord Duke, do you have any orders?"

"Set up two rooms for the beautiful lady elf behind me and the handsome elf behind you." Alan went straight to the point without any nonsense.

"Mr. Elf? Behind me?"

Lyle subconsciously turned around and looked into the corridor with a question mark on his forehead.

He remembered clearly that he didn't meet anyone when he walked in.

In addition, when did that delicate and beautiful female elf enter the fortress?

With strong doubts, Lyle carefully searched the door for a long time, but did not see a second silhouette other than himself.

Just when he was confused, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the dark corner next to the window.

When the other party took off the hood, a handsome male elf face was immediately revealed.

"Ah!"

Lyle was frightened and hurried back two steps, putting his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Although he is not good at martial power, he is better at management and operation, but he has also learned sword techniques and fighting with other young people in the tribe for a period of time.

Usually, one or two trolls aren't really his match.

However, the male elf knight-errant did not have any hostility, immediately stretched out his empty hands from the cloak, indicating that there were no weapons in his hands, and then bowed gracefully with one hand on his chest: "Very good. I'm sorry, we trespassed on your site without saying hello."

"It's okay, I've talked to your mates just now and know what your mission is. Stay here for now, Thoradin Your Majesty should arrive in a few days."

After that, Alan made a gesture of please.

Soon, under the leadership of Lyle, these two elves who had traveled thousands of miles from the north to Silver Moon City to Arathi Heights stayed in two guest rooms on the third floor of the castle.

After the two foreign guests were settled, Lyle immediately returned to the study and asked cautiously, "Lord Duke, what is going on with these two elves?"

"They are the envoys representing the Spirit King country, and they want to conclude a pact with us humans to deal with the Amani trolls." Alan replied without looking up while sorting out the experimental data.

"Is the situation in Silver Moon City bad? I heard that the high elves are very good at magic. As soon as their division raises their hand, they can summon fireballs and blizzards with infinite formidable power. Killing hundreds of enemies."

From Lyle's tone and eyes, it is not difficult to see that in the eyes of humans, Quel' Sala in this era is a proper advanced civilization.

Because of the sunwell, the high elves have transformed the place where they live into a place that is like spring all year round, and the food is so abundant that it can't be eaten at all.

There is no cold, no hunger, you can enjoy a variety of benefits from birth, and when you grow up, you can do what you want according to your interests and the choice of hobby do as one pleases.

In the eyes of human beings struggling to survive, this is tantamount to the kingdom of heaven on earth.

If you add a long lifespan, innate powerful magic innate talent, handsome or beautiful appearance...

If someone says that they can be reincarnated as an elves after suicide, Then more than 90 percent of humans would choose to commit suicide without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at the longing revealed in Lyle's eyes, Alan couldn't help but explain with a smile: "The Spirit King is indeed very powerful in magic, but they are not invincible. The demon worships many of its own gods, and also holds the power of witchcraft and elements. Coupled with the number of terrifying, it is estimated that Silver Moon City is almost unbearable. Otherwise, why do you think these arrogant pointed ears should take the risk Going down south to form an alliance with humans at such a huge risk?"

"What? The Spirit King can't stand it anymore?" Lyle opened his mouth in surprise, unable to believe what he heard. fact.

"Yes. In ten or twenty years at the most, they will be beaten to the brink of extinction by crazy trolls. At that time, it is the best time for us to join the war. Remember, we are Humans, only fight for the benefit of human beings. As for how much land and troops the elves will lose because of this, it has nothing to do with us." Alan reminded meaningfully.

When Lyle heard this, he immediately shivered and broke free from his beautiful fantasy about the Spirit King kingdom, and forced nodded: "Understood! Please rest assured, I will always stand by you. This side. In addition, El Barov and the nobles are leaving at midnight today, do you think we need to make some arrangements?"

"Oh, how is it possible at such an important moment? Don't have something to do. Tell Ignaius that tonight we'll give the trolls outside the city some color. Most importantly, I'm going to let the trolls see this army heading north."

Alan's eyes flashed with unabashed cruelty as he said this remark.

He wanted to see if the deadwood troll had a tenacious will to fight when he realized that his rear was threatened, and would he instantly collapse and chase like a madman.

...

At the same time, in the troll camp outside the fortress, the warlord who attacked for a long time without any success is also brewing a conspiracy.

I saw him summoning all the Witch Doctors, secret technicians and priests, and asked in a solemn tone: "Everyone, I have a way to break through the fortress in front of me, and I need your strong assistance. ."

"Please say it! As long as we can do it, there is no denying the definition." A priest with a large pile of fiery-red feathers hanging on his chest immediately assured by patting his chest.

It is not difficult to see from the dress and equipment that this is a high priest of the Dragon Hawk god.

As a link between gods and believers, he can even transform into a huge Dragon Hawk when necessary, and directly summon fire and rain to strike indiscriminately on the target below. One of the people with the highest status and the most authority.

If Overseers represent secular rights, then high priests represent divine rights.

Seeing that the highest-ranking priests stood up to support him, the Overseer immediately cast a grateful look, unfolded the fortress floor plan drawn by himself, and began to tell these noble sorcerers about his plans.

The eyes of these trolls all lit up, as if they saw the hope of victory.

Although this plan will cost the lives of many of my compatriots, it is better than defeat or annihilation.

And within the troll society, the gap between the top and the bottom is even more outrageous than the slave and the slave master.

Especially for those sacrifices, dozens or even hundreds of living people were slaughtered every three to five and dedicated to the gods.

It's fine if you happen to have enough captives on hand.

So in the eyes of the troll executives, the civilians and warriors at the bottom are consumables and cannon fodder, and it doesn't matter how much they die.

Anyway, with the fertility rate of trolls, it can be replenished in a few years.